Celeste P.O.V.
The first thing I smelled when I woke up was pistachios and figs and damp earth that made me tingly all over. I tried to get up to pee but I felt a pair of strong arms around my waist. I shifted to find Markus’ sleeping face. He looked so young when he was asleep, almost like a little boy hugging his teddy bear. I almost imagined him with his thumb in his mouth. The imagine of that flashed in my head and it made me giggle. I felt him take a deep breath and his eyes slowly fluttered open and then closed again.
“Five more minutes,” he grumbled. I grinned. He was not a morning person. I did something bold then. I snaked my arms around his chest and kissed his nose lightly, then his cheek, his eyes, then his lips. His breathing changed and he pulled me to him roughly. He ope
